Events Poems

August 13th, 2025 twenty six plus years since awful series of unfortunate events

August 13th, 2025 – twenty six plus years since awful series of unfortunate events

The following poem posted about a half hour before the bewitching hour that spelled calamity (which though a freaky Friday the thirteenth) did (nor does) not find me exceptionally superstitious, and rather than wait for the morrow, I feel so pent up

querulous

( A university-life vignette)

It’s Saturday morning. Lisa, Leong and I were in the common area, lazing about. “This is what happened to us (Lisa and I) last night.” I said, beginning to explain last night's trauma to Leong. “We were at the event and it was dead and empty—there was just another couple there. It

The beat goes on

Since you have been gone  
A lot of water has passed under the bridge
 
A mixed bag of events have occurred
Leaving behind earth-shaking calamities 

Difficult to quantify 
As confusion like whirlwind 

Keeps spreading and threatening 
The very fabric of National Cohesion 

Nobody knows what to believe anymore 
As looters of our commonwealth
 
Keep spewing

One Week Events

Busy Monday
Energy rise
Start for work.

Tuesday, Wednesday
A bit too tired
Need exercise.

Thursday, Friday
Gas up, refuel
Recharge once more.

Run Saturday
Mall afternoon
Sunday's all mass.

When Kindness Is Your Enemy Based On True Events

I guess I had the looks the charm and charisma 
to attract the sort of girl who lacked a character 
when kindness is seen as flirtation obsession does occur 
in one moment you showed more than any man’s shown her 
so much so she now believes there must be an attraction 
starved of any follow

Stop Thinking!

The 2nd Trump Presidency Begins

To express my own Whitmanesque
"barbaric yawp", constrained by
internal (and external) barriers,
mentally constipated, I merely mutter,
feel pressures steadily mounting.
Hesitant, I expel grunts and breaths --
disinhibit streams of consciousness,
encourage verbal fluidity, ease
the heaviness I feel, the weight
upon my chest.  I breathe deeply.
Physiological processes require
tiring conscious effort.  I decide
to be calm, to

Ashes, Ashes

Ashes, Ashes, Flames all around
And remnants of our lives are scattered
Upon the crackling, smoking ground.

Our hopes and dreams buried in the rumble,
Lost are the things that we thought measured our lives.
Nothing left but our memories.  It cuts like a knife.

We trusted our treasure, our futures, our dreams
Into the hands of a criminal who is

Forgive Me

With folded hands, I ask for forgiveness, 
For the things I did wrong, or you did not like, 
There is nothing wrong with this realization, 
It makes me strong and decisive in life. 

In the daily chores, the daily grind starts with dawn, 
On the way to work, infuriate many people as I try to

Farewell to 2024

An American perspective on domestic and world events, in no particular order

SCOTUS rules that Trump’s immune
China flies the spy balloon
Starship booster landing glee
J. Assange is walking free

Bergdorf, Neiman join Saks
Our Secret Service sucks
Russia swaps her jailed spies
Alexei Navalny dies 

Mitch McConnell’s stepping down
“Boris” causes Europe drown
Biden cancels loan debt
Hunter’s pardoned by his dad

Hezbollah - beheaded

HAPPENINGS On TIME

           



         afternoon says bye
     night announces its arrival
       roses sway on  branch

Taxonomy Of Events

Tide brings a sad story
Tale of hope and fury
Taciturn taxi driver gives a laugh
Task amend a rogue cop
Teacher-officer teach a plebe
Tear a heart turn to grave
Text a crying mother for a help
Tame a bully child to a sheep.

I Samson wannabe feel aghast at latest turn of events regarding Gaza

I (Samson wannabe) feel aghast at latest turn of events regarding Gaza

Omnipresent grief and horror
abounds toward ceaseless killing fields
impossible mission for me
to summon forth fading magic powers
since Delilah imposter hashtagged,
(and subsequently outed) 
as a mortal (know your) enemy, -
nevertheless became the love of my life -
(sent by complicit
Philistine officials to entice me)

nearly found yours truly
inveigled,

Treason is being issued'

Theres a volume out now on everyday life, by an ex border
Patroller and its 'all about the strife' of whats happening in Chicago? where
Al was chased and taxed, theres invasion it says' and
The limits are all out-maxed..!It talks of replacement of
A city's black souls, yet three billion dollars earmarked for venezualens 'in the hold?' of

Con-events

This just in from our local news team:


     A nun was detained by two students after class and forced
to drink a dry martini.

    The students, John Peterson and Shirley Kemper
(who wish to remain anonymous) said they began to ask the nun, 
Sister Alowiscious ( known on the inside

A Seismic Afternoon Without Form, Name Or End

We are going to dig to bury our dead:
Mother, father, sisters and brothers,
Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers.
We are going to inter our dead:
Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars.

The altar boys in a row are profusely bleeding.
The cracked crucifixes are lying on the benches.
They weep, suffer and are all almost naked.
Oh! They breathe like humans in agony;
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